#teen years

[simplyjustagirlsblog]

teen idle

[draft-rei]

did anyone miss me?

[betaruga]

[maybeillbe15forever]

American Teenager - Ethel Cain

[rustbeltjessie]

That’s the bi teen girl experience, right? You wanna kiss a girl, but you’re afraid. Maybe you don’t know if she even likes girls, or likes you, and you don’t wanna be a creep. Or maybe you know she likes girls, and likes you, too, but you’re both afraid. ‘Cause what if you get caught—by your parents, by a sibling, by a schoolmate, and it ruins your life? Or what if you’re in public, and you get queerbashed? Or what if none of that happens, but—it’s not like she’s just some girl you met in a bar or at a Madison punk rock show. She’s one of your best friends. So what if you kiss, what if you fuck, and it ruins your friendship? What then?

And say there’s a boy there, who wants you, and he’s cute enough, and there’s so much less at stake. You let him suck your lips to pouting red, let him snake his hands beneath your band t-shirt. Yeah, you’d much rather be tasting your girl/friend’s bubblegum-glossed mouth, have her nail-bitten fingers touching the tips of your peroxided hair, but— It’s not comp-het, not exactly. After all, you’re bi. You like boys, too.

Not too long later, when you start drinking regularly—when you start drinking at parties full of boys, at bars full of boys, at basement shows full of boys—and there’s a girl you wanna kiss, you’ll just go for it. The two of you will make out sloppily while all the boys look on. And sometimes, a lesbian friend will accuse you and the other girl, whoever she is, of being fake-queer. “You only kiss girls when you’re drunk,” they’ll say. “You only kiss each other to get the boys hot, to make their tight pants even tighter.” And you’ll shrug, whatever, but don’t they know? The boys and the booze aren’t the reason, are never the reason. They’re the excuse.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, outtake from a story I wrote for Reckless Chants #27

[bri3000-kimiyosh]

The Teens New Life Of Hope

My Danganronpa UDG OC Hikari Naegi -> ( ヒカリ ) ( 苗偽 ) as a teen, she is the younger sister of Makoto Naegi in a different universe.

Along side are the new reformed Warriors of hope. Nagisa Shingetsu, Kotoko Utsugi, Masaru Daimon, And Jataro Kemuri.

Years later after the events of Udg Hikari Naegi the warriors try to start a new life without crime or killing. while also still healing from the horrors of their childhood and the awful acts of murders they cause in Towa city.

Author note- I will also show art posts of what happen before this new era, I know im going out of order here before my fanfic is done but its gone take me a long time to finish it and i just cant hold on to my art and story ideas for too long( also IRL stuff as well).

I will do character bios for them, I just need to write them out when I eventually have the time.

Nagisa / For those who love his cowlicks he will still have them but when he sleeps or goes swimming. in my headcanon he would gel them down to look more serious.Though i am looking a good english voices claim for him as a teen, if anyone has good recommendations possible voice claim(s) that could work i would love to read them in the comments.

Jataro / While he wears his mask at school and in public he doesn't mind taking it off in his room or being alone his friends. Voice claims for him are Armin Arlert from Attack on Titan and Japanese claim is Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia.

Masaru / Was aiming for giving him the teen protag Shonenjump look( like naruto or something lol) Though I am looking a good english voices claim for him as a teen, if anyone has good recommendations possible voice claim(s) that could work i would love to read them in the comments.

Kotoko / For her trying go with a mix of girly/punk/lolita Fashion, I think her current voice actress can still be her claim, but if anyone has good recommendations possible voice claim(s) that could work i would love to read them in the comments.

Art based on my fanfic Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls AU Hikari Naegi

Link to my Fangan Fanfic of Hikari's prequel here https://archiveofourown.org/works/30681287/chapters/75704858

I made the clothing, Edits to Kotoko For her Alternate Universe look. I made body edits to make the teen bodies

Nagisa, Masaru, Jataro kid models were made by another koikatsu maker called Despair Sauce

Kotoko teen Body Before edits were made by another koikatsu maker called Vergalsama

Despair Sauce - www.pixiv.net/en/users/6794683…

Vergalsama vergilsama922.tumblr.com/

This art was made with Koikatsu Sunshine

The mod scenes borrowed from the Koikatsu discord and pixiv scene sharing pages, credit goes to the original creators

WARNING! its a nsfw Japanese sim game but I use the studio maker and character creation to make non lewd/ sfw art and post art on public platforms that's rated E for everyone.

[sapphiretears444]

i will forever be traumatized by my ex-crushes. i don't think i have a single memory about any of them that doesn't make wanna rip the skin off my face. what was i even thinking?

[retroness-is-fabulous]

[ashtrayfloors]

And no one in my town got it. Any of it.

They didn’t get my desperate need for escape, why I wanted out, now. Sure, they’d leave town for shows and whatnot, but they always seemed content to return.

At the same time, they didn’t get the things I loved about our town; didn’t seem to love them in the intense way I did. Like the alley, and the whole downtown. Like the ugly lake. Like all the diners and greasy spoons; how for a while we still had a real drive-in restaurant where the waitstaff brought your fries and sandwiches right to your car. Like the roller rink, and the haunted places, and the secret drinking spots in the woods out by the power plant. The vacant lots; the rubble of long-abandoned buildings soon to be torn down. The wild, weedy places near the lake, where sometimes in late summer you’d find bushes sagging with blackberries free for the taking, dark burst in the mouth. Like the post-war subdivision out by the old Horlick Malted Milk factory, where all the streets were named after planets or stars. I’d drive past Polaris Avenue and think of The Adventures of Pete and Pete. Or I’d park my car and walk around, look up at the scummy water tower and think of The Replacements; think of climbing it, screaming I can’t hardly wait.

No one knew what I was all about, like flipping off cops, and reading Kerouac.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from "How to Be Punk in a Mid-Sized Midwest City" (from Reckless Chants #27, September 2023)

[sparrownotes]

B.N. Campbell, misc excerpts

[giggly-squiggily]

*crashes into your inbox* i wanted to go to bed but then i saw the notif for the post and i have priorities so i'm here now hello :D

and uh yeah it's a teeny bit angsty :) whoopsie :)

teenagers matchablossom yey! kaoru has really awful parents (don't listen to him, super strict, verbally abusive, sometimes their hands "slip" etc) and after kojiro finds out he makes sure that kaoru gets showered in affection whenever he comes over

does kaoru love it? yes absolutely. can he handle it? no absolutely not.

as always feel free to decline if it doesn't speak to you and i'll probably come back with more hcs tomorrow after i get some sleep jesus christ i'm so tired bye ily ♡

REY THIS IS INCREDIBLE! *sobs* Ah, how I love some good ol' angst in the evening! I've gotcha covered :3 (and please do! Sleep is important ily too!)

CW: angst, implied child abuse, swearing

Kojiro didn’t bother asking why Karou was standing at his door in the pouring rain at 1 am, he just held the door open and let the other in. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

His boyfriend couldn’t look at him, his long pink hair drenched and hiding his face. Even so, Kojiro could hear the faint sniffles and see the shakiness of his frame. Once the door shut, he fell against his chest, clutching onto him for dear life.

“I don’t…I don’t want to go back.” He whispered, voice scared and low. Kojiro cradled him in his arms, burying his face against his soaked crown.

“You don’t have to. You can stay with me.” He kissed him again and again, rocking him gently in his arms as tears leaked down Karou’s face, quaking with sobs. “I’m here. I’ve got you…”

Time passed, tears fell, and silent promises to help were made as Karou pulled himself back, wiping at his face. His eyes were so red, and his cheek…

Oh god his cheek…

“The shower is set up- and yes I have your hair stuff there.” Kojiro kept his voice cheery as he inched towards the freezer, going to get ice. “Get cleaned up and we’ll watch a movie, okay?”

Karou barely nodded, slowly making his way to the bath. Once gone, the green haired teen pressed his face against the freezer door, tears of frustration leaking down his face.

I’ll kill them. How dare they- How fucking dare they-

Then he breathed, looking up at the ceiling. No. There were better ways to handle it. He pulled out his phone, shooting a few quick text messages

When Karou came back, hair wet and dressed in Kojiro’s oversized sweats, he found his boyfriend on the couch, smiling softly. “Come here. I saved food from earlier if you're hungry.”

“You always were a good cook.” Karou spoke, cracking the first real smile since arriving. He let himself be pulled into Kojiro’s arms, squished against his side as his boyfriend pressed the ice pack against his cheek. “What are we watching?”

The heavy stuff can wait until the morning. Right now- Kojiro’s only goal was to make Karou feel safe.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

[draft-rei]

second semester is gonna be bad

i just found out an old friend will be in my classes next semester and i dont think we really have problems but she found out the first semester that i had an addiction so then she blocked me on everything and never spoke to me again, anyways idrc about her i j kinda wished she wasn’t w me in my classes. i dont think she’ll talk to me or about me but in general i just dont know how to deal with the situation. i also dont have any friends in uni anymore, none that i can see in classes at least, but i dont feel like making new friends because its so much lost effort, and i was fine not having friends in classes but now idk. i hate being alone in a place where ik someone doesnt like me so. idk lol what do u think i should do (also my second semester starts in a week)

[unwillingwriter]

Blue Shorts And Gloves (McDanno)

Summary: Danny... well Danny is Danny. Stella is a protective Sister and both Steve and herself wanna commit a crime when it comes to Danno.

A/N: Also on my A03 I was tired when I wrote this shit.

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Steve couldn’t help the way his heart practically dropped to his ass his soul going beneath the gray concrete outside of the boxing ring his fingers tightening on the gate feeling the color drain from his face as his eyes widen it happened so fast that it was almost slow for Steve, to the untrained no one else could see what Steve just saw.  He saw the punch he saw the form and he saw exactly where the opponent was gonna punch Danny– Steve cringed feeling nauseous when he saw how roughly and painfully Danny's head shot to the side, it was a cheap shot an illegal shot one that can cause life's worth of brain damage and death Daniel had told him about it, he even told Steve how that he did get a hit like that back when he was fourteen- he has the dent on the back of his head to prove it, it was on the right side behind Danny's earlobe a little down near his neck Steve hadn’t noticed till just now that he has been unintentionally standing on Dannys right side, to protect him– to keep those who know of the injury away from Danny.  Steve had once put pressure on the dent. He was terrified when he heard the way Danny grunted those blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as his knees buckled. Steve immediately caught him when he noticed his mistake– he had unarmed Danny by one little push with his thumb.

Steve couldn’t stop saying sorry that day, he was mortified for Danny.  “Stop saying sorry, you just caught me off guard Steve, it's okay, quit it.”  Danny had given him that boyish Jersey grin.  But right now Danny wasn’t grinning, he was staggering– Steve could see the way his legs were shaking trying to keep himself up after the blow– he could see the murky cloud overlay those blue eyes, they almost looked gray.  Steve knuckles whitened by how hard he was gripping the bars, his heart stopping when Danny's body seemed to give in and collapse to the ground, his head bouncing on the floor rolling to the side away from Steve a harsh crack booming in the teen ears.  No, Nope, No! No more!. The crowd cheered and groaned a mix of feelings, taking them all,  “Danny!” a female screeched their voice holding pure terrier “keep that monster away from my brother!” the female– Stella, Danny's oldest sister– seethed her voice turning harsh and angry but Steve could hear the fear, Stella kept up with Steve who had rushed to the fighting ring door ripping it open the referee tries to stop Steve– Stella is the one to push him away making him land straight on his ass.

Are all the Williams siblings strong?.

Her eyes are cold when she looks at the older man speaking between her teeth– something Steve has seen Danny do plenty of times– “Keep that mutt on a leash” she growls out making her way to her unconscious brother quickly squatting down beside him carefully taking his face into her hands carefully turning his head towards her.  Steve stood protectively in front of her to keep his eye on Killer, ‘ what a generic ass name, couldn't be more creative?’ Steve hears Danny voice in the back of his mind for when they were in the locker room when round 3 had ended and everyone was taking a break, Danny sitting on the bench as Steve was pouring water on the swollen side of Danny's face whipping it off with a towel, his blood staining it.  ‘Not everyone can have a nice name like you Danny.’  Steve had smiled when he said that. ‘Hey the name means a lot to me, what's wrong with Jersey Shore?.’ ‘Nothing, just thought you would pick something more threatening.’  Danny had scoffed at that, ‘Hey my height and attitude make me threatening enough I’ll have you know.’  Steve grinned a bit ‘Sure Jersey Sure.’  ‘Kiss my ass Hawaii.’ Steve didn’t but he did kiss the blonde's forehead.

“Danny, Danny can you hear me runt? It's your big sister.” Stella spoke softly, gently rubbing the less bruised side of Daniels face to ease him awake.  Killer had grinned at Steve, he didn’t like that so the most Steve could do was keep a straight face watching over Stella and Danny so he doesn’t commit a self defense murder.  Danny needed medical attention, of course, but something in the back of his head told him Danny will be okay.  And funny enough it sounded just like his blue sky. 

[cigsafterhearts]

i hate my teen years, they were awful, and now i’m trying so hard to make up for it in the year i have left

[samesammi]

I have never truly been in a relationship. I always thought there was something wrong with me and that’s why I was never asked on dates or asked to go to dances.

Turns out I’m aroace and I WAS THE ONE WHO PUSHED PEOPLE AWAY.

I was the reason why I didn’t go on dates or dances bc I didn’t “put myself out there” because inside I didn’t want to be.

Every time someone would flirt with me. I HAD NO IDEA. no idea. I thought they were being nice and just wanted to be friends.

Lol if only I knew what I know now I wouldn’t have wasted my teen years thinking no one loved me bc I wasn’t normal.

I mean, in reality I’m not normal. I don’t want to get married or have sex.

And that’s okay.